by Lana L. Evans

Created on: August 09, 2008

Cry, cry, wonder why
The poet squints a tearful eye

Sad face into the mirror glances
One teardrop streams out and dances

Eyes that read a letter old
Gloss over at what they behold

Blue eyes crying, slighty sane
Red eyes drinking in the rain

A crystal bead on the face
Of a bride covered in lace

A child who sobs in playtime's fumbles
Is soon laughing, and off he tumbles

A grandparent weeps over photos she keeps

A knock at the door; in laughter she leaps!

One who's cried before will cry agian
'tis the human condition our souls are in

One who cries agian has cried before
For, relief is what crying is for

Cry, broken poet, cry if you're ill
In your heart by what you feel

Cry bright daisy, feeling slain
Cry; all daisies need some rain

Cry uncle, father, husband, brother
I swear I'll never tell another

Cry sad one who's cried too long
You know to you those tears belong

Weep, angels on heaven's edge
Rescue the fallen from that ledge

Oh, fallen angel of soggy face
You no other can replace

And you who feels so lonely still
Kneel down and let your droplets spill

Cry until you faint in sleep
For, all these tears the world will keep

Morning will bring new, happy sighs
For those who rest their weary eyes

The world will be here when you rise
To welcome you with gentle eyes

So, sail your stormy seas tonight
Calm waters soon will shimmer bright

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